Ive always believed that Verizon Wireless sales people are nothing more than cheap version of a used car salesman And now I know its true cause I got these clowns exhibiting right next to me at a boat show...

Now me..I sell a cleaner and a damn fucking good one if I say so myself. It cleans boats so I guess it fits a boat show...but these clowns next to me...give me a break...

First off. They dress like cheap salesman. Guys hair is all spiked out. If the disco ball comes back he's in!! And they wear those fucked up ear pieces and speak into the open air. The idiot standing next to me is saying "hey how u doin"...I think he's talkin to me so I say great! But nope...he's talkin in his phone trying to sell a phone plan...

Now the chicks are cool...but clueless!!, Ones from the South. She's tryin to run power cords behind their booth, they are trippin all over them so I taped them down for them. They didnt realize you can buy 3 inch wide tape...Ohhhhhhhhhh KK!!!

The other chick I like. Shes got the cleavage going but being a little conservative with the verizon sweater....Its like take that sweater off baby dont worry we wont tell the hubby...

And they have more employees coming in and out of that booth for work shifts like crazy...I think you have to have a.d.d or a.d.h.d to be qualified...

At least when I had the coast guard next to me at this show they were drunk, I was high, it worked out well..

When I have to go to the dreaded mall they have a booth with exactly the same type of people you describe. Pushy pricks too.

Was walking out of a store tuesday with my girlfriend, we weren't parked that close to the door so this wasn't expected in any way, shape or form. After we both get into the car, doors closed, suddenly a ghetto woman (i'm not racist, I know the difference) flys up to her door from behind (walking fast) and starts banging on her fucking window. Not tapping, like pounding on it with the palm of a fist "hey, hey, hey! DO YOU HAVE A...". My girlfriend screamed when she first knocked on the window and grabbed onto me. I fucking lost it. Opened the door, jumped out of the car screaming at her and damn near committed a serious fucking crime.

What the fuck are people thinking? After she sped walked about 10 parking spaces away she turned around and yelled that she just needed bus money and "jeez man, I don kno what yo problem is." I stood there and watched her walk to the bus stop-booth-thing and pick up her bags. The bus stop was probably 15 parking spaces AWAY from where we were parked. This piece of shit was either following us or doing it to anyone in a running car? Not having that. I hope if she does it to someone else that they snap and run her down. Fucking bitch.

I missed this earlier, wrapped up in my own vent. Clearly you are not his friend if (1) the idea he could be gay is disturbing to you and (2) if he is gay, what the fuck makes you so spectacular that he'd want you? Is it possible you want him? Maybe you are having issues with your own sexuality, hence your homophobia, it's okay, no one will think any less of you. How could we, you've made an ass of yourself all on your own. So what, they gave him a massage, so what if he's gay? Does that mean you can't count on him, I think not, rather, that means that you are not worthy of anyone's friendship, and how fucking DARE you use slurs such as those to describe anyone, let alone someone you purport to be your best friend. How dare you bring such ignorance here!!!! Those words are unacceptable and continue to perpetuate hatred, of what 'value' is that? Who the fuck are you to confront him? And about what? Being free and comfortable in his own skin? And if he is gay, he obviously knows what an ignorant wanker you are so he wouldn't be comfortable sharing that with you. Someone needs to confront YOUR ass for your ignorance, your petulance and your outright douchebaggery.

PS: My mental picture of you on the forum: A tubby wanker who plays snowboard video games all day, wacks off sporadically throughout the day and stashes porn, twinkies and soiled sheets under your bed so mommy won't find them while dreaming of having a taste of your "best friend".

“Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilized by education; they grow there, firm as weeds among stones.” - Charlotte Bronte

I was gonna take it there with that vent. But i didnt even wanna start with it. I dont even wanna waste my time on this douchebag. When I read that post it really hit a major nerve. Some of my best friends are homosexual and they have been the most loyal people i have ever met. There sexual preference makes absolutely NO difference on my life, neither should it anyone elses. I wish I could meet those people who are anti gay and all that shit, damn I would love to give them a piece of my mind.

I'm from Texas and lived there for twenty years of my life. Not all of us are like that, in fact were probably from the same city "Dallas". I have a friend who's bi. He knows I know he's bi and it doesn't bother him or I. It is his choice to keep it a secret and who am I to judge him for it. He was my friend before I knew about it and he's my friend to this day.

On another note. I hate sketchy girls, I'm an honest and extremely blunt guy, which really has always worked well for me. But when the girl I'm talking to can't be straight about anything or is full of half truths it irks me to no avail.

MPD right on, I feel you on that, he totally has a right not to be hit on, but he can't go around using words like those, that shit is unacceptable. I will always be a voice for those who cannot speak and stand up for what I believe is right! Dubya strikes again...

NY, I have sooo many LGBTQ friends, and am also a certified counselor-advocate to rape survivors and survivors of domestic violence. I can't tell you how many calls I get from the LGBTQ community of people wanting to commit suicide because there families won't accept them. It breaks my heart. Why can't everyone just smoke a big bowl and love each other? I never saw an angry pothead...